In these days of dust 2
the sun bleeds gold
long shadows stretch
a fragile shade, smoke
hungry is the maw of wind
in morning dew, memories spin
suns burn away all
a clock whispers secrets
marching inevitably to dawn
glimpses into the abyss
from dust, we are told
we are born bold
a testament to resilience
a reminder even in death
there is rebirth
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